This day kinda snuck off on me... got up kinda late, after a good night's sleep (finally!) but I lay back down after Karen went to Lawrence to pick up Brian. And that was a mistake, but I'm not really sure why. When I got up, I could hardly move. I've always had a bad place in my thoracic spine at T-7 and T-8, and it doesn't usually bother me much unless I think about it, although there is almost constant pain on a relatively low level. Sometimes, though, it really seizes up on me... it's been quite a while since it's done that. eight or ten years anyway. So the pain went from the normal level of about two on a scale of one to ten to about eight there for a while, now it's about a five probably. Ibuprofen is my friend. So, it was a beautiful day, perfect for being outside, and I actually went outside a couple of times. And I got absolutely nothing accomplished, of course. I'm hoping that tomorrow will be a better day, in regards to my spine, and just a beautiful in regards to the weather. O'yeah, and the kids drive me crazy. I'm really getting to be a crochety old man... somehow, I think that it's expected of me, and I don't want to let anybody down. This reminds me of another toy that I had when I was a kid... a pogo stick. I saw some in Walgreens the other day... brought back some memories... I think that I actually wore mine out, the spring kept escaping the pipe... I finally actually broke the spring, if I remember right.